The rain sets its ears down. Think little for the sound.
I've been better
off in bed
today. Like this container? the man selling
containers asked. No one listed.
The rain set its hair up. Look hard for the shoulder there.
The date for tomorrow is a lucky one, the 7th. Some bets to carry
off to the corner
on. Copy the signs and send them
uptown, send them singing.
All the paper scraps accordioned here. All them rejoicing.